Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: Alright, so it looks like everyone enjoyed my attempts to incorporate Kurt's perspective on things, so I'll probably continue trying to throw in some bits from Kurt's side of things. I won't necessarily do it every chapter, and I'll make sure to let you know in these notes when it happens.

Blaine wasn't really paying attention to where they were going, so when the vehicle stopped long before they should have been at Dalton Blaine was confused. "What are we doing?"

"Stopping to get something to eat. It's already past lunch time, and we didn't eat breakfast," Kurt explained. Blaine just nodded, getting out of the car and following Kurt inside the little diner. He wasn't really hungry, but Kurt wasn't going to take no for an answer. Blaine slid into the booth across from Kurt, glancing over the menu that was already waiting in front of him.

"What can I get you boys to drink?"

"Water, please."

"I'll have the same, thanks," Blaine added. He stared down at the menu, trying to figure out what he would actually eat. After everything that had happened that day, Blaine wasn't really sure what he wanted to do about anything.

"So… your mom was… interesting." Blaine smirked slightly.

"I… I have no idea what's gotten into her. She used to at least pretend that she cared."

"Are you okay?" Blaine ran his fingers through his hair, his fingers getting tangled in his curls briefly because he hadn't bothered to gel them down before they'd left.

"My hair's a mess, isn't it?"

"Kind of, yeah. But it's cute. Are you going to answer my question?" Blaine sighed, knowing that he'd been caught trying to avoid his boyfriend's question.

"I'll be fine… I'm just still trying to sort things out, that's all." Blaine drummed his fingers on the tabletop for a moment. "I can't believe she's still smoking. She said she was going to stop…"

"Some people just don't have the willpower to break an addiction like that. I'm sure it's not an easy thing to do."

"She has plenty of reason to quit. Seth's got asthma, on top of everything else."

"Seth?"

"My brother. Well, half-brother. He's two," Blaine replied. "I haven't seen him since I left… I talk to him every once in a while, when he's at our grandmother's house. Not that he really knows who I am." Blaine looked up and smiled as Kurt took his hand.

"You two ready to order?" their waitress asked, putting down two glasses of water in front of them. Blaine looked down at his menu quickly, picking a meal at random; he probably wasn't going to eat much of it anyway.

"I'll have a hamburger plate, please."

"Umm… I think I'll have the same, no onions," Blaine added. He watched as the woman nodded and walked away. Blaine shook his head. "Am I the only one getting the feeling she doesn't approve?"

"Oh, no… I get that one too. I can't believe she's that grossed out by us holding hands. Imagine if she'd been in Wes and David's shoes two days ago…" Blaine couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he took the lemon off his glass of water and put it in Kurt's glass. "Thank you."

"No problem… I like my water plain." Blaine picked up his glass and took a sip, before he let go of Kurt's hand and put their menus away on the other side of the napkin dispenser.

"By the way, how's your wrist? It looked pretty bad last night before we went to bed." Blaine shrugged; he hadn't even thought about the bruising. Blaine pulled back the sleeve of his tee shirt, exposing the skin that had turned almost black from the blood pooling beneath his skin. "That's…"

"Sickening?" Blaine suggested.

"I was going to say disturbing, but I guess that works, too. Maybe you should have that looked at."

"It's fine… it doesn't even really hurt." Blaine pulled his sleeve back down as he saw the waitress approaching again. Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand again. "Do you still have any homework to do?"

"No… do you want to do something?"

"Movie? I got Grease from Netflix, and I haven't had a chance to watch it yet."

"That sounds good. Carole sent some popcorn… the good kind, with that fake movie theater butter that's so bad for you."

"Your stepmother is officially awesome," Blaine replied with a smile.

"There's enough to go around, if you want to invite Wes and David."

"But then I wouldn't get to spend that time alone with you. Besides, I'm not in the mood for an interrogation today." Blaine put his other arm on the table and leaned down to rest his chin on that arm, closing his eyes for a moment. He smiled as he felt Kurt start playing with his hair.

"You should let your hair curl more often. You sort of look uptight when you have all that crap in your hair…" Kurt began.

"So you'd rather me run around Dalton with my hair looking a hot mess? It's not even long enough to make a convincing Jew-fro. And you don't want to know what it looks like in-between."

"Well right now it looks pretty cute."

Blaine opened his eyes and looked over at Kurt, who was looking around as his fingers twirled through Blaine's hair.

"The waitress is coming with our food… you should sit up." Blaine did as he was told just in time for the woman to arrive and set their plates down in front of them, walking away without a word. Blaine took the top bun off his burger, pulling off the onions and wrinkling his nose as he put them on the table. "What do you have against onions, anyway?"

"They're gross. I'm not a big fan of raw vegetables." Blaine put some ketchup first on his burger and then on the plate next to his fries, before he started eating. Blaine watched Kurt as they both ate; he really didn't know where the younger boy put it all. Kurt was so skinny, yet he could out-eat Blaine any day.

Blaine barely made it halfway through the burger before he gave up. The encounter with his mother had just really taken away his appetite; Blaine didn't feel right about the way he and his mother had left things, even though there really wasn't anything he could do about it. She was determined not to have a relationship with him, and Blaine couldn't really force her to be his mother.

"You're upset." It was a comment, not a question. It never ceased to amaze Blaine how well Kurt could read him.

"Even knowing that she never wanted me, it still hurts to hear her put it into words, you know?"

"I can't imagine…" Blaine just sighed.

"I don't think I can eat any more of this. You want some of my fries?"

"No, I'm done. You ready to go?" Blaine just nodded in response to Kurt's question, pushing the plate away and taking another sip from his now mostly empty glass of water.

"Let's go."

A/n: Okay, so this one's more filler, but it took longer to write this scene out than I had originally planned and I don't want to make the chapters excessively long. But next chapter will have a little bit of drama again, because I've come up with an idea of where this is going.